Megan Koester

I've never felt a passionate desire to express my "truth" to a wide audience, or to monetize said truth. I just met a guy at an awful open mic years ago, he became an editor at this website, and the rest was herstory.

I'm bad at actively being queer in much the same way that I'm bad when it comes to all interpersonal relationships. I've never patronized gay events or dance clubs for one simple reason: I don't patronize events or dance clubs, period.

If you're looking for old Hollywood glamour, my advice would be to stay the hell out of Hollywood, especially on New Year's Eve. It is, to thousands, a perfectly perverse place to drunkenly celebrate the passing of another year.

Clifton's Cafeteria opened at the peak of the Great Depression, and provided "pay what you wish" meals to those down on their luck. Now, it serves sliders and artisanal cocktails to a rapidly gentrifying Downtown LA.

While others lost everything, I stayed in FEMA-funded hotel rooms and lapped up pity from those who saw my Louisiana license plate. Instead of character, all I got out of Katrina was a party-friendly anecdote.

There is nothing more uncomfortable than feeling as though you are not in complete control of the systems that function within you. You know there is no logical reason for feeling this way. And yet, in spite of it all, you do.